I had a strange experience recently that I wanted to share with HE. What do you think, crazy dude making connections or something more? Read ahead….
By the way, I wrote a lot…… like a lot….. Heh, sorry.
Anyways. I have this friend, Rob The Slob. He’s a punk rocker, huge red mohawk, plays in a sarcastically offensive (or offensively sarcastic) band, real cool dude. He likes to have music on in the background all the time at home. It’s like oxygen. When I go to his place I often pick up new bands just by hanging out.
There was a period a couple months back where he was really in to this band “The Menzingers.” The album was called “On the Impossible Past”. It was on in the background when I happened to be there a couple of times and I remember really enjoying the album, but for some strange reason I never got around to asking him what it was.
So I’ve heard this mystery album a couple of times at this point. A few of weeks after this I left the country to go to Mexico for a while. About a month into my trip, I’m at hotel. You see, my girlfriend lives in Mexico and she was in a class so I had the entire day to hang out in this tiny hotel room with a broken air conditioner in the middle of the summer. Sounds shitty, but I have my guitar and notebook. Time to write, and oh boy did I…. ‘n’ shit.
I wrote two new songs in my time there. They came to me so naturally, it was amazing!
Now, between the time that I wrote those two songs and where I am now (back in Mexico), I had traveled back to Canada for a single week. I had decided I was going to ask my girlfriend to marry me, so I went home to prepare for that. While home, I visited my buddy Rob and picked up that Menzingers album before I left. On the flight back to Mexico, I listened to “On the Impossible Past” for the first time through headphones. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t picked it up sooner! I hadn’t heard it in quite awhile, but it was even better than I remembered. I couldn’t stop listening to that album for weeks straight.
Fast forward to about a month and a half later and I have this realization while going over one of the two songs I wrote in that hotel room. Keep in mind that the songs were written before getting my own copy of the album…. Strange… the rhythm guitar for the song I wrote sounds nearly identical to one of the songs on the album. In fact, it’s even more strange because this was a pretty specific rhythm pattern too, yet my song had the exact same flow and same chord structure.
Okay, could just be a coincidence. That happens all the time. There’s thousands of songs out there, that’s bound to happen. But it gets weirder. Literally half hour ago I’m playing through the other song I had wrote and, well shit, I’m a dirty thief. This one sounds even closer to another Menzingers song on that SAME record! And keep in mind I wrote these two songs of mine long before giving a focused listen to this album. I had only heard this a couple of times as background music over a couple beers.
It’s freaky. The rhythm chords once again are so very similar. What I felt the hi-hat pattern on the drums should sound like is identical and even the main lead guitar riff follows the same progression. The chorus vocals too!
This also happens to be the same album that contains a song about packing up all your shit when you get fed up with North American society and going to Mexi…. MEXICO!? WHAT THE FUH!?…
It is also the album that has songs about your life getting real screwed up and then eventually moving forward, accepting that “Good Things” fall apart. I myself had went through a life altering and devastating change which turned out to be the reason why I left for Mexico. BAM! First song on the album too, as if to say “Hey, by the way, don’t forget why you’re doing all of this.”
Now here I am and I’ve met the girl I want to marry because of my decision to leave. This is the same girl I had to let go of so many years ago and she just happens to come out of the woodwork to see how I’m doing at that very moment of my life when shit fell apart. We hadn’t spoken in so long. I thought I’d never see her again.
That’s another story for another day, but so many strange connections to this one album! It’s bizarre. I’m not one to always actively seek out and justify things as “signs,” but sometimes you can’t help but feel that life is speaking to you.
I’m not really looking for answer with this thread. Just thought it was really interesting. My subconscious must have really been really attuned to that album or something because I was able to pretty much recreate my own version of two songs from a thirteen track album that I had only heard a couple of times as background music, plus all the lyrical significance. Our brains baffle the shit outta me.
Anybody have any similar experiences? With or without music? Maybe you wrote the world’s best peach cobbler recipe one year after eating dessert at your friend’s Grandmas house?
“Song Thief With The Ability To Travel Through Time (Apparently)”
When you said this I immendiatley thought of Jerimiah Fink the inventor and buisness maganate of Bioshock Infinite, who actually steals songs from the future and uses them in his own time, ahead of time, to great success. haha
It’s just your subconsciousness picking up on it dude.
@punker96, That happens, our minds can, rather DO, absorb everything, generally we do not consciously process it all, such would make you autistic, but a lot of the input is processed during sleep, such is what dreams are usually about.
All replies. So true. Don’t worry, I’m not so overwhelmed by this that I’m “BORN AGAIN, PRAISE JESUS!” No, no. Coincidences are just really rad when they play out in a connected sequence like that!
@francina, CONSPIRACY! If it’s not the Illuminati, then it’s gotta be the aliens!
Haha, if you take that photo out of context, those people are totally flashing Obama a line of vaginas.
@motorik, Very true. Good old simplistic punk rock. The Menzingers do some pretty rad stuff though. They definitely step out of the stereotype of what a punk band is supposed to be. Love that about ’em!
I draw something and later realize where it came from.
My dad had been subconsciously drawing the same mountains over and over. Then one day he comes to me and he goes
“Jon. I need to show you something.”
“Look at this plate.”
“I’m looking at it.” (Has some stippled old-west looking mountains and horse shoes)
“I’ve had this plate since I moved to Tucson (70’s)”
“Come over here now.”
(Whips out some of his drawings)
“Oh my god.”
“Oh my god?!!!”
“HOLY SHIT DAD”
“I KNOW RIGHT SON?!”
I needed reconstructive surgery after my face exploded.